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Sigh, I was planning on ending my posting career on the perfect numerical symbol of opposites balanced, 69, yet I must post this in light of your astute observaperception - it is quite obvious we have been witnessing the below effect playing out, complete with such glorious megalomaniac cognitive dissonance; Good times, many lols, such reflections.

Ooo no I did not I will check it out. Haha yes, all three of their writings are great, William Misteles especially - an approach which is largely lacking in todays world... I especially like the stories of He'adra and the Salamander Pyrhum and the Wind Elves - Sorry I have to post them now they are brought to mind lol.

I LOLed. Very good. * Cat Vs. Dog — War Of The Diaries The Dog’s Diary 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing! 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing! 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing! The Cat’s Diary Day 983 of My Captivity My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ... *

I assimilated this video several years ago and IMHO is some solid advice to remember by heart. "By raising their Intensity at all levels Yogis access seemingly miraculous abilities. Sifu Rohit Arya explains that this vital skill in Teachers should not be confused with higher states of consciousness or 'divine' sight." - Reminds me of that story of Lu Guest of the Cavern running into the enlightened Buddhist. The Dao Immortal Forty-three generations of Chan masters have passed since the Sixth Patriarch held high the Dharma Lamp. Forty-three generations of seekers have found the Way, guided by his Light. No matter how confirmed a person is in another Path, he can be guided by Chan. When sunlight comes through the window, it does not illuminate some sections of the room while leaving other parts in darkness. The entire room is lit by the Sun's Truth. So, any person, no matter which Path he has chosen, can receive the benefits of Shan's Lamp. Take the famous case of the Dao Immortal Lu Dong Bin. Lu Dong Bin was the youngest and most unrestrained of all the Dao Immortals. Actually, you could say that he was pretty wild. At least that's how he started out. In his mortal days, he was called Chun Yang... a native of Jing Chuan who lived at the end of the T'ang Dynasty. That was more than a thousand years ago, but those days weren't so different from ours. If a young man wanted to get ahead, he needed an education. In our time, he'd get a college degree. But in those days, he had to pass the dreaded Scholar's Examination. If a fellow couldn't pass this exam, he had to give some serious thought to farming. Well, Chun Yang tried three times to pass the Scholar's Examination, and three times he failed. He was frustrated and depressed. He knew he had let his family down, and that he hadn't done much for himself, either. It was his own professional future that he had doomed. So Chun Yang did what a lot of desperate young people do, he started hanging out in wine-shops trying to drink himself to death. The path that alcohol takes went in the same direction for Chun Yang as it does for anyone else: it went straight down. As the old saying goes, first Shun Yung was drinking the wine, then the wine was drinking the wine, and then the wine was drinking Shun Yung. He was in pretty bad shape by the time the Dao Immortal, Zhong Li Quan, chanced to meet him in one of those saloons. The Dao Immortal took an interest in the young man. "Instead of trying to shorten your life with wine," he said, "why don't you try to lengthen your life with Dao." Instead of a short, miserable life, Zhong Li Quan offered Chun Yang a long, happy life. It sounded like a good deal. Chun Yang might not have had what it took to be a government bureaucrat, but he certainly had everything required to try spiritual alchemy. Chun Yang had nothing else to do with his time so he had plenty of opportunity to practice. He was definitely motivated. I suppose that he had become aware of how far down he had gone, that he'd hit bottom, so to speak. When a person realizes that he doesn't have anything to lose by looking at life from another point of view, he's more open to new ideas. So Chun Yang had the motivation and the opportunity. It only remained to acquire the means. And that was what Zhong Li Quan was offering to supply. He'd teach him the necessary techniques. Chun Yang threw his heart and soul into the mastery of what is called the Small Cosmic Orbit, a powerful yoga practice that uses sexual energy to transmute the dross of human nature into the Gold of Immortality. He got so good at it he could make himself invisible or appear in two places at once.... That's pretty good. One day he decided to fly over Chan Monastery Hai Hui which was situated on Lu Shan mountain. Saints and Immortals can do that, you know. They're like pilots without airplanes... or parachutes. While he was flying around up there, he saw and heard the Buddhist monks chanting and working hard doing all the ordinary things that Buddhist monks do. So, to show off his powers and mock the monks' industry, he wrote a little poem on the wall of the monastery's bell tower: With Jewel inside my Hara's treasure, Every truth becomes my pleasure. When day is done I can relax My Mind's without a care to tax. Your mindless Chan a purpose lacks. Some such bad poetry like that. Then he flew away. Every day that the Abbot, Chan Master Huang Lung, looked up at the bell tower he had to read that awful poetry. One day while the former Chun Yang - he was now known as the Immortal Lu Dong Bin - was flying around the vicinity of the monastery he saw a purple umbrella-shaped cloud rising over the monastery. This was a clear indication that something very spiritual was going on and so Lu Dong Bin thought he'd come down and take a look. All the monks were going into the Dharma Hall so he just disguised himself as a monk and followed them in. But he couldn't fool old Abbot Huang Lung. "I don't think I'll expound the Dharma, today," growled Huang Lung. "We seem to have a Dharma Thief in our midst." Lu Dong Bin stepped forward and arrogantly bowed to the Master. "Would you be kind enough," he challenged sarcastically, "to enlighten me to the meaning of the expression, `A grain of wheat can contain the universe and mountains and rivers can fit into a small cooking pot.'" (Transformations of spiritual dragon - Awakening to the Tao - Liu I-Ming) Lu Dong Bin didn't believe in the empty, egoless state. He accepted the false view that the ego somehow survives death. Huang Lung laughed at him. "Look! A devil guards a corpse!" "A corpse?" Lu Tun Pin retorted. "Hah! My gourd is filled with the Elixir of Immortality!" "You can drag your corpse throughout eternity for all I care," said Huang Lung. "But for now, get it out of here!" "Can't you answer my question?" taunted Lu Dong Bin. "I thought you had all the answers you needed," Huang Lung scoffed. He remembered the poem. Lu Dong Bin responded with fury. He hurled his dreaded sword, the "Devil Slayer", at Huang Lung; but the Master merely pointed his finger at the flying sword and it stopped in mid-flight and dropped harmlessly to the floor. The Immortal was awestruck! He had never imagined a Chan master could be so powerful. Contrite, he dropped to his knees in a show of respect. "Please, master," he said, "I truly do wish to understand." Huang Lung softened towards him. "Let's forget the second part about the cooking pot," he said generously. "Instead, concentrate on the first part. The same mind that gives form to an arrangement of matter which it names `a grain of wheat' is the same mind that gives form to an arrangement of matter which it names `a universe'. Concepts are in the mind. `Mindless Chan,' as you previously put it, is actually the practice of emptying the mind of concepts, of judgments, of opinions, of ego." Then he added, remembering the poem probably, "Especially the concept of ego!" Lu Dong Bin brooded about the answer until he suddenly understood it. As long as he discriminated between himself and others, between desirable and undesirable, between insignificant and important, he was enslaved to the conceptual world, he was merely an Arbiter of Illusions. Nobody in his right mind wants to be that! And certainly no Dao Immortal wants to spend his life, or all eternity, either, judging between lies, deciding which ones are more convincing than others. Overjoyed, Lu Dong Bin flew up to the tower, erased his old poem and substituted another: I thought I'd mastered my small mind, But t'was the other way around. I sought for gold in mercury But illusion's all I found. My sword came crashing to the floor When Huang Lung pointed at the moon; I saw the light, his truth broke through And saved me none too soon. Unfortunately, Enlightenment didn't make him a better poet. The point, however, is that Lu Dong Bin, despite being a Dao Immortal, was able to benefit from Chan. He so appreciated the Three Jewels - Buddha, Dharma, Sangha - that he actually acquired the title of Guardian of the Dharma. Of course, it wasn't necessary for him to convert and call himself a Chan Man. The whole lesson of his Enlightenment was that names are meaningless, so he continued being a Dao Immortal. Only now, because he understood so much more, he immediately rose through the ranks of the Immortals; and though he was the youngest of them all, he became the most prominent. Under his inspired leadership, the Daoist Sect in the North really began to thrive. Lu Dong Bin was called the Fifth Dao Patriarch of the North. Down South, another great Daoist, Zi Yang, also attained Enlightenment after reading Buddhist sutras. He became known as the Fifth Dao Patriarch of the South... ...but that's another story. * This poster fascinated me as a child and I would spend hours upon hours staring at it. Now I know why. Perhaps I warged into my past self and gave a message like in the latest terminator film "gensys is skynet" to repeat over and over, except in the case it was, "Lu's stairway to heaven poem; the VVizards lantern; the Three Jewels are one" lolsz. Lesson X : Mentalism in a Nutshell The Arcane Formulas, or Mental Alchemy.Since today is the 8th of the 8th and the book was in package that cost 88 cents I thought I would postscript this chapter excerpt. Whilst it is not internal alchemy, imagine what solid/viscous/flighty internal energy backed by a supercharged Will could do with this.... And the first two paragraphs sounds kinda Dao. And a bit reminds me of platos parable of the cave. I've found it useful, have fun, and don't be too bad about it.The Complete Works of William Walker Atkinson $0.88www.amazon.com.au/Complete-William-Atkinson-Unabridged-Development-Efficiency-Concentration/dp/B01CKH7POO/ref=pd_sim_351_5?_encoding=UTF8&psc=1&refRID=FZ2VRWMZC3JE401QN8YZ

Unrelated and I am in no way qualified to answer yet your question brought this back to my mind,,,, There is a passage in Jean Markales 'The Druids, Priests of Nature' which revolutionised my thought and experience of the elements, in the western sense anyway, it is claimed that air, water, earth are all 'building block' elements of reality of different density, whilst fire was not considered an element, but a transformative agent acting upon nature. Perhaps it has nothing to do with the mco? It is said he gathers the qi from all around him and channels it into his hands. Although no doubt he would have a smooth auto running mco and all subsequent channels at that. I once heard Sadhguru say something like "he has no special skills, except he can change energy from one dimension to another." Via the transformative action of his I-mind harnessing 'fire'. So applying that idea, by Mr Zhou generating and transmitting tangible, physical heat into an object, earth water or air, (via his WillIntention(Ether/Spirit?) it would thus begin to transform the target, for example, our bodies are generally 6/70% water, so perhaps by heating the water element permeating an earth element tumor, (for example), into a 'airy' state, the atoms, whatever, once soaked through and sustaining the tumour are heated by transference, begin vibrating faster and are then 'unlocked' and able to move freely throughout and be assimilated by ones biomechanism. Leaving the physical manifestation of corruption to wither and die and be absorbed. Like how the water saturated throughout the paper and foil was transformed into steam, in that case once the water is totally evaporated I presume the paper would explode into flame and wither away into ash unto ash... dust dancing, swirling over and away; on an uncaring, beautiful breeze..... Or on an energetic level, heavy and dense clogged chi could be targeted and 'vaporized', allowing it to flow in a fluid watery state, or blow around in an airy state. With a little pondering I can grok how it can work up or down the scale for transmutation, healing and/or destruction. ...Just some ramblings... I find this thread tremendously intriguing, I have been able to pack and generate heat in my hands for some time, - (and have lots of waking dreams wandering the realities slamming people in the solar plexus with a hot glowing right hand providing them a 'jumpstart/healing') - of course not anywhere, anywhere, anywhere near the extent Mr Zhou demonstrates. Once I pull my finger out and deal with my shadow I plan to study medical qi-gong, perhaps I should take a holiday to the U.S and humbly visit this man for some pointers first..... Thanks OP for the post and silent thunder for your testimony and ChiForce for catalysing some gears to start ticking away in my brain.

Thanks for the link Upatha. That is a great little collection and write up. I am currently working through his 'becoming the lotus' book. Martin Faulks youtube channel is one of the best imho, he has such a strange, enlightening and wise presence.

Humanity follows the earth. Earth follows Heaven. Heaven follows the Tao. The Tao follows the Nature. – Tao Te Ching (The fabric of universe and it's potency), Verse 25

I was listening to one of 'ThunderWizards' live youtubies and he said some wise thing something like this ... "When you have anger or jealousy appear in response to someones actions, words etc that means deep down and/or subconsciously you are recognising and thinking 'hey that's what I should/want to be doing!'" .

I wish I had three hands so I could give them titles three thumbs up!

Understanding Reality 52 On the sword of wisdom OU-YEH PERSONALLY TRANSMITTED A METHOD FOR CASTING A SWORD ; MO-YEH, WITH METAL AND WATER, ALLOYED FLEXIBILITY AND STRENGTH. WHEN THE FORGING IS COMPLETE, IT CAN READ PEOPLE'S MINDS, A FLASH OF LIGHTNING SLAYING DEMONS FOR TEN THOUSAND MILES. A sword is something to protect the body; here it means the tool of wisdom to become enlightened and immortal, the means to become a sage. This is what is called the restored elixir; there is no " sword " other than the restored elixir. The " restored elixir" means restoration of the original innate knowledge and innate capacity, the true consciousness in which strength and flexibility are combined. " Casting the sword " means casting this tool of wisdom of innate knowledge and capacity in which strength and flexibility are united. In terms of substance, it is called elixir; in terms of function it is called a sword. In reality the sword and elixir are one . In ancient times there was a smith named Ou-yeh: as he was casting a sword, it repeatedly failed to turn out; his wife, Mo-yeh, jumped into the forge, and the work was accomplished in one firing. People called it the precious sword of Mo-yeh; it was incomparably sharp. In practicing the Tao, casting the sword is first: taking energy with a proper balance of strength and flexibility, using water and fire to forge it into a masterpiece, it is called the sword of wisdom. Wearing it at one 's side, using it at will, in a flash of lightning it cuts through demons for ten thousand miles. The author uses Ou-yeh and Mo-yeh to symbolize the combination of strength and flexibility - indeed there is a subtle meaning in this. Practitioners of the Tao need to know strength and flexibility must both be properly balanced before it is possible to transmute the mundanity of acquired conditioning. If one yields when it is appropriate to be firm, or is adamant when it is appropriate to be flexible, or is strong but too aggressive, or flexible but too weak, this is not correct balance, and so the casting of the sword will not succeed. If the casting of the sword is unsuccessful, inwardly one has no mastery, and will get bogged down every step of the way - how can one complete the great Path then? But the method of casting the sword is not easy to know; the combination of strength and flexibility is most difficult to understand . If you do not meet a genuine teacher and get personal instruction, you will just be indulging in vain guesswork.

Yes I think that point is touched upon in 'Introduction to Magic'. I will have to re-read that tab. I like the active, mental processing it entails. I just saw your thread in the Esoteric section, funny as I am just about to start examining his 'Hermetic Tradition' book today.... Looking to transmute the black, leaden words in the furnace of my I mind into practical neural pathways of conductive gold. Such shame, much loss. One of the main reasons I am delving into Daoism, is not for any particular liking of Chinese culture or Daoism itself, although I have come to regard it as indeed the premier 'roadmap' available this day and age, for my consciousness.... But is because they have Masters willing to share with a humble student, still have the juice!!! and weren't 'dumb'/blindsided/steamrolled enough to lose it! To find and embody the core principles, and take that compass back and apply it to what scant remains of the lore my pre-christian ancestors once had is my guiding light. In the post-gunpowder age, a truly noble pursuit nonetheless yet it is no longer possible for one to be adept with a sword, a fist or any face-face instrument and tactfully plan movement across a battlefield and act with a lithe, lethal and precise 'warrior-heart-mind' when he reaches the 'enemy' lines.... It is just indiscriminate killing via machine gun diagonal killzones. Grown up gamer nerds with drones. Or thugs with handguns. I toyed with the army route earlier in life, realized the above, and thought, yeah.... nah. So I agree, studying these traditions and applying the principles into our own personal context is a Way, learning the 'warrior way' to (eventually) function as a physically prime, efficient, solid, flexible, open and wise Zhenren holding your own, acting as a pole and lantern of dignity for others in the midst of foul and steadily degrading civiliszations is the right objective, rather than becoming an illuminated flipping out over9000 chain combo decapitating berserkninjavviszard (But that would come in handy if in a pinch, i.e, Cuchulain.) Not much I can add there, except for the old adage, 'as above so below' 'inside and outside' 'microcosm macrocosm' - as one masters the internal motion world, mastering external physical manoeuvres would seem to be the natural extension, -"why not both?" as the Old El Paso Hard and Soft Tacos girl so wiszeheadly proclaims- external enchanced by internal, internal condensed by external - catapulting both? - and naturally, by mastering the internal, 'you' are 'your' master, and by mastering your external martial prowess, none can master you. ...Submitting only to what is necessary to live harmoniously within societal norms... "Ride the Tiger" as Evola said... Haven't read it, but I guess that's the gist of it lol. Reminds me of a meme I saw, ((some) are (unintentionally) brilliant modern day 'intiatic' symboltexts imho) Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee chilling on a sofa wearing ridiculous black lace-up low-cut v-neck see-through tank-tops, a standard in todays 'hussie' wear. The caption read 'so and so invented the thot(that ho over there) look' and a retweeter had commented "that's because you can wear anything you like when no-one can whoop your arse." ....Sounded very Chang-Tzu Daoistesque to me. * "It is lust only, Arjuna, which is born of contact with the material modes of passion and later transformed into wrath, and which is the all-devouring, sinful enemy of this world." The first, and hardest obstacle. Indeed, I remember reading one of your blog posts describing the interactions with your brother-in-law? and work colleagues, how they would sneak up on you and touch you and drop lewd comments etc to siphon your energy. When I read this I was shocked and contemplated and started to pay sharp attention to my surroundings. I began to notice, that what you describe here is exactly what occurs. Very, very creepy. Men in public would constantly be staring at me, work colleagues would always try to make meaningless conversation that would inevitably take a lewd turn and although I have always disliked shaking hands, pats on the back etc, and emit a general 'f*ck off' vibe and perform a polite head nod at these moments, any man with the slightest reason too would try to forcefully shake my hand, literally thrusting their pointed hand like a spear into close proximity of my solar plexus.... The cording zone according to some traditions.... and often the stalk up behind and touch on the shoulder or lower back manoeuvre would occur, to my shock and disgust. It was a true revelation at how much this subtly goes on without one realizing or knowing the real true significance! I began to implement awareness and curtail any physical contact or unnecessary conversation. And what you state is exactly what happens, if a standard male is blocked from un/consciously connecting to my sphere in their lust for yin qi, you can see the light of anger rising within their hollow eyes which simmers into thirsty looks of contempt. All good, not my emotiomental sphere. Good advice voidisyinyang, one in this line of 'training' must be constantly vigilant, (myself I am a bit to lax to even claim I train, although I do-non-do at least an hour a day. This is why I am interested in the 'warrior path' - to trace out anothers disciplined steps, to learn to roll off my back, crawl, walk, and run in discipline.) I enjoyed reading your often humorous written adventures in this regard to vigilance for your energy in the workplace. Anyway, due to the lack of genuine initiation rituals for passing from hornymanchild to manhood in our modern societies (as you said), it would seem the classic archetype of the seductive female sexual energy vampire, (a gross inversion of the traditional role as seen Bushmen culture that you have expounded.) is not the greatest 'threat.' .... It's the man'skeletons' in the 'closet.' (Apart from the general unconscious number1 man, an example would be the shriveled up 'priests'/'elites' that are so often caught 'feeding' on defenseless young boys.) Interesting. I have had many sensations and dreams of this exact scenario occurring, well, not in a classroom environment.... A local v''v-itch and her ilk realized I was a 'chi machine' long before I did. That leech ran deep. * Starjumper that is sage advice. . * A long ramble, but to finish you guys may be interested in the book 'Thunder in the Sky' by Thomas Cleary. Not a warrior way book per-se, it is a translation of the 'GuiGuzi' (Master of Demon Valley). A penetratingly opening and jarringly closing, dangerously illuminating, read. Not a book for petty, materialistic or moraless hands. Cleary's book includes a second translated text 'The Master of the Hidden Storehouse' as an essential counterbalance to it. Here's the introduction. *

The metaphysics of war by Julius Evola is a collection of short essays directly discussing this. Touches on the Hindu, Japanese, Roman, Nordic and Islamic state of warrior-gnosis mind, I.e a state of gnosis via merciless action, no sympathy for self or other. "For what is flesh is bound to pass yet thou spirit is immortal." $25 AUD on bookdepository. Great read, for a Kshatriya caste. I'll scan a few pages after work. * Edit. Here a few random scanned pages I had tabbed for other purposes and/or cheat sheets. No time to re-read for the really relevant passages for this thread, my apologies, I work graveyard shift and such sweet day djienn dreams await...... These should suffice to wet your whistle on the content for further perusal or nein. (Disclaimer: I also own and studied the white tigress manual, etc, does that mean I identify with and practice it? lols.) There is a free .pdf online but it is a hard-on-the-eyes text type-set. Anyway... If that faint whisper buried within your blood is so inclined, buy the book, and his Magic one while you're at it, that one is a true treasure chest, indeed. I suppose it is important to remember whilst thou fish the time and context these insightful essays were written in and for whom;nevertheless no doubt this text will offend..... /as/ some..

I believe these are several important points Mr. Wu Ming Jen brings up and is touched upon in this section of Journey to the West; * On a day when spring was giving way to summer, and all the students had been sitting under some pine trees listening to lectures for a long time, they said, "Sun Wukong, in what life did you earn your present destiny? The other day our teacher whispered to you how to do the transformations to avoid the Three Disasters. Can you do them all yet?" "It's true, brothers," said Sun Wukong with a grin, "I can do them all. In the first place, it's because our master taught me; and in the second place, it's because I practiced them hard day and night." "This would be a good time for you to give us a demonstration." At this suggestion Sun Wukong braced his spirit to show off his skill. "What's it to be, brothers? Tell me what you'd like me to turn myself into." "Turn into a pine tree," they all said. Sun Wukong clenched his fist, said the magic words, shook himself, and changed into a pine tree. It was truly Green and misty throughout the four seasons, Raising its upright beauty to the clouds. Not in the least like a demon monkey, Every inch a tree that withstands frost and snow. When the students saw it they clapped their hands and chuckled aloud, saying, "Good old monkey, good old monkey." They did not realize that the row they were making had disturbed the Patriarch, who rushed out through the door, dragging his stick behind him. "Who's making a row out here?" he asked. The students hurriedly pulled themselves together, straightened their clothes and went over to him. Sun Wukong, who had now resumed his real appearance, said from the forest, "Master, we were holding a discussion here, and there were no outsiders making a din." "Yelling and shouting like that," the Patriarch angrily roared, "is no way for those cultivating their conduct to behave. If you are cultivating your conduct, the subtle vapours escape when you open your mouth, and when you wag your tongue, trouble starts. What was all the laughing and shouting about" "Just now Sun Wukong did a transformation for fun. We told him to turn himself into a pine tree, and he did. We all praised and applauded him, which was why we disturbed you with the noise, master. We beg you to forgive us." The Patriarch sent them all away except for Sun Wukong, to whom he said, "Come here. Is that a way to use your spirit? To change into a pine tree? Is this a skill you should be showing off in front of people? If you saw somebody else doing that, wouldn't you ask him to teach you? If other people see you doing it, they're bound to ask you to teach them, and if you want to keep out of trouble you'll have to do so; otherwise they may do you harm, and then your life will be in danger." Sun Wukong kowtowed and said, "Please forgive me, master." "I shan't punish you," the Patriarch replied, "but you'll have to go." Sun Wukong's eyes filled with tears. "Master, where am I to go?" "Go back to where you came from." Sun Wukong had a sudden awakening, and he said, "I came from the Water Curtain Cave on the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit in the country of Aolai in the Eastern Continent of Superior Body." "If you hurry back there," the Patriarch replied, "you will be able to preserve your life. If you stay here it will be absolutely impossible to do so." Sun Wukong accepted his punishment. "Yes, master," he said. "I've been away from home for twenty years and I do miss the old days and my children and grandchildren. But when I remember that I have not yet repaid your enormous generosity to me, I can't bring myself to go." "What sort of kindness would you be doing me if you stayed? I'll be happy enough if you keep me out of any disasters you cause." Seeing that there was nothing else for it, Sun Wukong bowed and took leave of him, saying good−bye to all the other students. "Now that you're going," the Patriarch said, "I'm sure that your life will not be a good one. Whatever disasters you cause and crimes you commit, I forbid you under any circumstances to call yourself my disciple. If you so much as hint at it I'll know at once, and I'll tear off your monkey skin, chop up your bones, and banish your soul to the Ninth Darkness. I won't let you out for ten thousand aeons." "I promise never to give away a single letter of your name," said Sun Wukong. "I'll just say that I taught myself." Sun Wukong took his leave and went away. Making the spell by clasping his fist he jumped head over heels, summoned a somersault cloud, and went back to the Eastern Continent. Within two hours he saw the Water Curtain Cave on the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit. The Handsome Monkey King was so pleased that he said to himself: "When I left here my mortal flesh and bones were heavy, But now I have the Way my body's light. No one in the world has real determination, To the firm will, the hidden becomes clear. When I last crossed the seas the waves got in my way, But now on my return the journey's easy. The parting words still echo in my ears; When will I see The Eastern Ocean again?" Sun Wukong put away his cloud and headed straight to the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit. As he followed the path there he heard the call of the cranes and the cries of the apes. * The crane calls echoed beyond the Milky Way, * and the ape cries were pathetically sad. * Sun Wukong shouted a somewhat out of context quote from Garth Marengi's Darkplace ep4. Apes of Wrath, "BUTTS IF WE'RE ALL BASICALLY HOMOS(apiens wayfaring a way to De Way), SHOULDN'T WE ALL GET ALONG!?" " (By Liu I-Ming) * What a pity, as I do with many of this forums wiszdomable posters, I was looking forward to examining any precious gemstones Mr. X2471990 was willing to share - (cut and fashioned into an instant initiatic symbolext and/or uncut for me to riddle and figure out for myself) - from his own individual teaching, school, learning and experience but he appears to have been hastily browbeaten out of any possible want to contribute. Can't blame him. Cheerio.

I used to utilisze a little trick to eliminate pesky re-occurring thoughts fueled and given tangible thought-form by subconscious or conscious unresolved emotion. Apparently it severs the neurological links and thus starves the node... or whatever the correct terms and context is, I'm not a brain scientist. But it worked. Perhaps too well lol. I now find it quite simple to blank my mind or pinpoint a focus. However, maintaining personal discipline or intruding thought influence from outside of your mental circle is another matter. Individuals, groups, locations, egregores, faerie folk etc these will still consciously/unconsciously strive to impress upon ones malleable mind. Ever read Glenn Morris' advice about the Blue Girl? or ever hear the advice, "Never interfere in the affairs of a VViszard?" ... Etc. Anyway, when that naughty thought intrudes upon your peaceful domain of vital+mental+nothingness and begins to feed on your I and bending your will rather than your will bending or ignoring it.... begin a little counting game! Two simultaneous counts by twos, odd and even, in an ascending and descending order. 1 - 3 100 - 98 5 - 7 96 - 94 9 - 11 92 - 90 ETC. The ascending count must reach 99 The descending count must reach 0 If you fuck it up and lose count, guess what..... * * * Yes indeed fellow forum member, you thought correct.... Thou shalt begin again, from the beginnings. YEEAAAEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! Repeat, etc. After a few attempts it becomes relatively simple, the crossover at the 50ish mark is fun. Try this severalteen times and you may be surprised at it's effectiveness. A simple tool to assist in the clearance of thy fertile mindsoil and nothing more. * * * "Meeeeeemmmmmmmmmories drift in and out of my mind, And the little thiiiiinnnnnnnnngs get left behind, So, whatevaaaaaaaaaa." *Edited for dyslexic fingers.

That was a good podcast I'll be sure to listen to more of his, cheers. Tying into the point of my post, I guess, he mentioned Serrano and Evola... Both great esoteric authors imho despite the national socialist context... "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water."

The Lightning and the Sun by Savitri Devi has an interesting chapter on Akhenaten, his spiritual realeyeszation on the nature of reality and his subsequent struggle to realize Aten worship against the established priest cult of Amun. There is a free .pdf on the interwebbles. Genghis Khan is the lightning archetype (i.e explosive, violent force) she explores, Akhenaton the sun archetype (i.e a radiant, illuminating force) and Adolf Hitler the combo..... oooooooooooo...... An intriguing read.

The first 35 seconds nearly made me piss my pants.

Ooo thanks for sharing his note. And your quote mirrors my own experientalobservaperception, De as the unmanifest potency behind the three are ones - waiting to be tapped; Consciousness/Motion/Substance Mind\thought-energy\matter Spirit-a thought-an action&a cellular reaction? - can one wield this power? or does she wield you? Here is a paper I read once which helped unwrap (..ha ha....ha...*sigh ) my head around and plunge into the concept... http://www.sino-platonic.org/complete/spp235_de_character_early_China.pdf "Lin Yutang, referring to De, once wrote, “‘Character’ is a typically English word. Apart from the English, few nations have laid such stress on character in their ideal of education and manhood as the Chinese. The Chinese seem to be so preoccupied with it that in their whole philosophy they have not been able to think of anything else.”1 I suspect that what many scholars mean by “Virtue” — the most common English translation of De — is “character,” or good character. However, “character” has a wider field of reference than “virtue” tends to in English usage. Other translations/glosses have been offered, such as Power, Potency, Excellence, Integrity, Nature, Moral Charisma, Kindness, Generosity, Rewards and Gratitude. De has similarities not only with ancient Greek Aretê and Latin Virtus, but also Greek Ethos, Kharis, Kalokagathía, Dunamis, Eunoia, Chrēstotēs and Latin Bonitas, Bonum, Indoles, and Mores. All of these are accurate in some contexts, but there have been misguided attempts by many to choose a single translation or gloss and use it in every single passage, sometimes across numerous texts. This paper argues against such a simplification. De is spoken of in texts of this period as something that can be present or absent, abundant or slight, high or low, bright or dark, good or bad, consistent or inconsistent. De can be accumulated, or it can be distributed and spread abroad. It can be maintained or neglected, kept intact or dissipated. De is something that can elicit changes in living things. It can be used by rulers to pacify a population and it can win the people’s hearts and minds, making people turn to them for direction. It can be used to guide and transform others. Although De is almost always attributed to human beings, the literature also shows that both Heaven and Earth have some sort of De, as does a ruling house, a government, the seasons, milfoil, roosters, jade, and alcohol, among other things. Possessing De is contrasted not only to “lacking De,” but also with “physical force/strength,” “punishment,” a “baneful power,” and “ill will” or “resentment.” Accordingly, De is an attitude, disposition, temperament, concrete beneficent behavior/acts, power as well as an (other-praising) emotion, used both as a noun and a verb. .... In the odes “High and Lofty” (Song Gao 崧高, #259) and “The Multitudes of People” (Zheng Min 烝民, #260), we hear of the De of the Elder of Shen (申伯之德) and the De of Shanfu, the second-born (仲山甫之德), respectively. The Elder of Shen’s De is described as “gentle” (Rou 柔), “kind” (Hui 惠) and “straightforward/just” (Zhi 直); Shanfu’s De as a “pattern of gentleness and pleasantness” (柔嘉維則). In these, as in the example with a negative adjective, De — character, nature, comportment — has a neutral meaning, for describing someone’s De as gentle, kind and just implies that the opposite also exists, otherwise there would be no need to explain the nature of a person’s De (i.e., it would be like saying “his kindness was kind”). Indeed, centuries later the Di 狄 people would be described as having the “De of ravenous wolves” (豺狼之德) and the De of the crown prince of Wei 衛 was once described as “naturally (disposed to) killing” (Tiansha 天殺).”92 " * " Lieh Tzu's disciples felt convinced that there was enmity between their Master and Nan-kuo Tzu; and at last, one who had come from the Ch'u State spoke to Lieh Tzu about it, saying: 'How comes it, Sir, that you and Nan-kuo Tzu are enemies? * 'Nan-kuo Tzu,' replied the Master, 'has the appearance of fullness, but his mind is a blank. By no means a term of disparagement, in the mouth of a Taoist. His ears do not hear, his eyes do not see, his mouth does not speak, his mind is devoid of knowledge, his body free from agitation. What would be the object of visiting him?"

Indeed, "The manly blood of EnglandIn weaker veins shall run." Anywho enough politics for me, I prefer to sit and calmly read my alchemical books over and over again rather than exposing myself to the spellbinding effect of the digital magi medias hypersigils lol. Oh and speaking of possessed flesh-golems- here's an image to ponder...

"London bridge is falling down...." As a man of Ulster Irish descent, I shall say brilliant! what goes around, comes around, watch it fall, and feel nothing. However the issue is larger then Lizzies England, if men and women of Aryan genetic stock don't stop pussy footing around and realise there is no such as equality in nature, it is rather the search for the lowest common denominator the race/s is in SERIOUS threat of being bred out of existence by an alien stream. "We are the Allahvite flesh-golems - you are spellbound, you're leaders are whores, resistance is futile, thou shalt be assimilated!!!!!" * "This truly is a prophecy that has and is coming true today 145 years after it was penned by D.W. Nash. Apart from it being a prophecy of England's doom it is also a message of hope and it is important to stress this. England or the English in some form or another will survive..." Tom Hill was in the saddle One bright November morn, The echoing glades of Guiting Wood Where ringing with his horn. The diamonds of the hoar-frost Were sparkling in the sun, Upon the falling leaves the drops Were shining one by one. The hare lay on the fallow, The robin caroled free; The linnet and the yellow finch Twittered from tree to tree. In stately march the sable rook Followed the clanking plough; Apart their watchful sentinel Cawed from the topmost bough. Peeped from her hole the field-mouse Amid the fallen leaves; From twig to twig the spider Her filmy cable weaves. The wavings of the pine boughs The squirrel’s from disclosure; And through the purple beech-tops The whirring pheasant rose. The startled rabbit scuttered Across the grassy ride; High in mid-air the hovering hawk Wheeled round in circles wide. The freshest wind was blowing O’er groves of beech and oak, And through the boughs of larch and pine The struggling sunbeam broke. The varied tints of autumn Still lingered on the wood, And on the leaves the morning sun Poured out a golden flood. Soft, fleecy clouds were sailing Across the vault of blue; A fairer hunting morning No huntsman ever knew. All nature seemed rejoicing That glorious morn to see; All seemed to breathe a fresher life - Beast, insect, bird, and tree. But sounds and sight of beauty Fell dull on eye and ear; The huntsman’s heart was heavy His brow oppresses with care. High in his stirrups raised he stood, And long he gazed around; And breathlessly and anxiously He listened for a sound. But nought he heard save song of bird, Or jay’s discordant cry; Or when among the tree-tops The wind went murmuring by. No voice of hound, no sound of horn; The woods around were mute, As though the earth had swallowed up His comrades-man and brute. The thought, ‘I must essay to find My hounds at any cost; A huntsman who has lost his hounds Is but a huntsman lost.’ The round he turned his horse’s head, And shook his bridle free, When he was struck by an aged fox That sat beneath a tree. He raised his eyes in glad surprise, That huntsman keen and bold; But there was in that fox’s look That made his blood run cold. He raised his hand to touch his horn, And shout a ‘Tally-ho!’ But, mastered by that fox’s eye, His lips refused to blow, For he was grim and gaunt of limb, With age all silvered o’er; He might have been an Artic fox Escaped from Greenland’s shore. But age his vigor had not tamed, Not dimm’d his sparkling eye, Which shone with an unearthly fire - A fire could never die. And thus the huntsman he addressed, In tones distinct and clear, Who heard as they who in a dream The fairies’ music hear. ‘Huntsman,’ he said­a sudden thrill Through all the listener ran, To hear a creature of the wood Speak like a Christian man ­ ‘Last of my race, to me ‘tis given The future to unfold, To speak the words which never yet Spake fox of mortal mould. ‘Then print my words upon your heart, And stamp them on your brain, That you to others may impart My prophecy again. ‘Strong life is yours in manhood’s prime, Your cheek with heat is red; Time has not laid his finger yet In earnest on your head. ‘But ere your limbs are bent with age, And ere your locks are grey, The sport that you have loved so well Shall long have passed away. In vain shall generous Colmore Your hunt consent to keep; In vain the Rendcombe baronet With gold your stores shall heap. In vain Sir Alexander, And Watson Keen in vain, O’er the pleasant Cotswold hills The joyous sport maintain. ‘Vain all their efforts: spite of all, Draws nigh the fatal morn, When the last Cotswold fox shall hear The latest huntsman’s horn. ‘Yet think not, huntsman, I rejoice To see the end so near; Nor think the sound of horn and hound To me a sound of fear. ‘In my strong youth, which numbers now Full many a winter back, How scornfully I shook my brush Before the Berkeley pack. ‘How oft from Painswick Hill I’ve seen The morning mist uncurl, When Harry Airis blew the horn Before the wrathful Earl. ‘How oft I’ve heard the Cotswolds’ cry As Turner cheered the pack, And laughed to see his baffled hounds Hang vainly on my track. ‘Then think not that I speak in fear, Or prophesy in hate; Too well I know the doom reserved For all my tribe by fate. ‘Too well I know, by wisdom taught The existence of my race O’er all wide England’s green domain Is bound up with Chase. ‘Better in early youth and strength The race for life to run, Than poisoned like the noxious rat, Or slain by felon gun. ‘Better by wily sleight and turn The eager hound to foil, Thank slaughtered by each baser churl Who yet shall till the soil. ‘For not upon these hills alone The doom of sport shall fall; O’er the broad face of England creeps The shadow on the wall. ‘The years roll on: old manors change, Old customs lose their sway; New fashions rule; the grandsire’s garb Moves ridicule to-day. ‘The woodlands where my race has bred Unto the axe shall yield; Hedgerow and copse shall cease to shade The ever-widening field. ‘The manly sports of England Shall vanish on by one; The manly blood of England In weaker veins shall run. ‘The furzy down, the moorland heath, The steam plough shall invade; Nor park nor manor shall escape ­ Common, nor forest glade. ‘Degenerate sons of manlier sires To lower joys shall fall; The faithless lore of Germany, The guilded vice of Gaul. ‘The sports of their forefathers To baser tastes shall yield; The vices of the town displace The pleasures of the field. ‘For swiftly o’er the level shore The waves of progress ride; The ancient landmarks one by one Shall sink beneath the tide. ‘Time ­ honoured creeds and ancient faith, The Altar and the Crown, Lordship’s hereditary right, Before that tide go down. ‘Base churls shall mock the mighty names Writ on the roll of time; Religion shall be held a jest, And loyalty a crime. ‘No word of prayer, no hymn of praise Sound in the village school; The people’s education Utilitarians rule. ‘In England’s ancient pulpits Lay orators shall preach New creeds, and free religions Self ­ made apostles teach. ‘The peasants to their daily tasks In surly silence fall; No kindly hospitalities In farmhouse or in hall. ‘Nor harvest feast nor Christmas tide Shall farm or manor hold; Science alone can plenty give, The only god is Gold. “The homes where love and peace should dwell. Fierce politics shall vex. And unsexed woman strive to prove Herself the coarser sex. ‘Mechanics in their workshop Affairs of State decide; Honour and truth ­ old fashioned words ­ The noisy mobs deride. ‘The statesmen that should rule the realm Coarse demagogues displace; The glory of a thousand years Shall end in foul disgrace. The honour of old England, Cotton shall buy and sell, And hardware manufacturers Cry “Peace! ­ lo! All is well.” Trade shall be held the only good, And gain the sole device; The statesman’s maxim shall be peace, And peace at any price. “Her army and her navy Britain shall cast aside; Soldiers and ships are costly things, Defence an empty pride. The German and the Muscovite Shall rule the narrow seas; Old England’s flag shall cease to float In triumph on the breeze The footstep of the invader Then England’s shore shall know, While home­bred traitors give the hand To England’s every foe. ‘Disarmed, before the foreigner, The knee shall humbly bend, And yield the treasures that she lacked The wisdom to defend. ‘But not for aye-­yet once again, When purged by fire and sword, The land her freedom shall regain, To manlier thoughts restored. “Taught wisdom by disaster, England shall learn to know That trade is not the only gain Heaven gives to man below. ‘The greed for gold departed, The golden calf cast down, Old England’s sons again shall raise The Altar and the Crown. “Rejoicing seas shall welcome Their mistress once again; Again the banner of St. George Shall rule upon the main. “The blood of the invader Her pastures shall manure; His bones unburied on her fields For monuments endure. ‘Again in hall and homestead Shall joy and peace be seen, And smiling children raise again The maypole on the green. ‘Again the hospitable board Shall groan with Christmas cheer, And mutual service bind again The peasant and the peer. “Again the smiling hedgerow Shall field from field divide; Again among the woodlands The scarlet troop shall ride.’ Again it seemed that aged fox More prophecies would say, When sudden came upon a wind, ‘Hark forrard! Gone away!’ The listener started from his trance ­ He sat there all alone; That well-known cry had burst the spell, The aged fox was gone. The huntsman turned. He spurred his steed, And to the cry he sped; And, when he thought upon that fox, Said naught, but shook his head.

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I wonder if by embodying the energetic frequency of Jesus' name, I ponder if one's capable of projecting astral bolts of Zeus' fame? "Do you know how to write? Do you know how to read?
 Do you know how to tint? Do you know how to try? 
Do you know how to ask? Do you know how to offer?
 Do you know how to send? Do you know how to slaughter? A tenth as well; if malicious little witches I see At play up in the air, I work it so their way they lose, Their hamas they lose, their homes can’t find. (I know a tenth: If troublesome ghosts Ride the rafters aloft, I can work it so they wander astray, Unable to find their forms, Unable to find their homes.) " Listen to this radio show about the Tchoa-Tchoa (spelling) considered to be Asian pygmies and malevolent fae for a compass bearing on the amplification of the 'alien' and 'negative spirit' psy-op phenomena... information on them is quite hard to come by.. The topic is discussed at 1hour 25minutes through to the end of the broadcast. He talks about them in more detail on other transmissions and interviews. Happy hunting. https://youtu.be/nHFBuqZiLxA Truth is indeed stranger than fiction.... And the world is a small place.... "“There are two classes of fairies, the Dundonians, that are like ourselves, and another race, more wicked and more spiteful.” So says the west Irish peasant. The Maori has their counterparts, the fairy woodsman and the fierce malevolent Maero." Believe it or don't, it is up to you - my source is one you will not find anywhere on the internet. Some of the stories hold truth, though most are full of fallacies and outright imaginative dramatisation. Patupaiarehe are not extinct, but there are few left. They avoid humans through distrust. They are a peaceful race, and they were attacked with no provocation. Humans have only gotten more warlike in their eyes and they want little to nothing to do with us. Although some rare few may still be able to approach and communicate, I wouldn't advise it. If you see one and it doesn't flee, do not approach. Wait until they either approach or leave. Avoid aggression at all cost. They have learned to protect themselves in manners we could not fathom. Although they do not originate from New Zealand, they were the first settlers that could be classed as even somewhat human, though they are not human, they are one of the many Fae races - one of the oldest (YouTube 'New Zealand skeletons in the closet' for a segment where an archaeologist had 4ft 'human' remains dnanalyzed- same genetics as people in Wales 3,500 b.c... Hmmmm. The whole operation was closed and all findings locked away until 2063) and they still have their power. Those who arrived in New Zealand, the ones now known as Maori, were not so originally. They were Polynesian; when Patupaiarehe and the Polynesian humans mated, they created Maori. Maori can be considered half human, half Fae. I an told that not all Maori as we know them now are Maori to Patupaiarehe. Patupaiarehe only consider those who share their bloodline (no matter how little of that blood is there) to be true Maori. The rest, to them are still considered Polynesian. This is all I Have been told, as it is all I am allowed to share. I hope this may help some of you in further understanding, and in the case you chance a physical encounter or become lucid to your subconscious dream intrusions.